words – Philosopher. Stoned.

Synchronicity

Synchronicity. Divine timing. Human nature and the changes that generations have paved the roads that bring me here. So desperate to express this feeling that has been filling me up. The reality of self amongst the crowd.I am here to realize. Realize I have and there I was… faced with who I was needing to become transformed into I AM who I am.

I AM magic. We all are really. But this isn’t about everyone else and I’m pass the point time felt the most slow as language and communication dominated moves in which I went with a flow… a flow to manage knowing what I knew when words hadn’t yet been learned.Childhood is a place that brings hope in growth being human has it’s purpose within.

And there I go getting side tracked from actively working on focus.A focus.My attention has reached a point of no return. My mind has been racing ahead of my body from the start. My mind always thinking of ways that make each day that brought chaos confusion and feelings uncomfortable feels like. The concept of being comfortable in my own skin… the importance that being comfortable plays as from the womb delivered mustard seed small and the symbolic nature in which we get birthed designed to take symbols and give meaning.

NatureWaves.

When you remain connected to the Divine, She will speak to you — in patterns and connections, signs and synchronicities, and all sorts of gifts. When magic rises to the surface of your awareness, and your life, you know you’re blessed. It makes life a wild adventure. It’s also a source of incredible strength, coming to you when you most need it …” – Phyllis Curott

I feel like I could explode. The universe has been so blatant. The signs that pave my road… my awareness of the unknown… knowing… shooting stars carry magic and hoping for the best comes naturally from within and from within I have been filled with a love. A love that has been vibrating so loud lately… I find myself needing to get outside. Burning Bush guide. Nature spilling light through the cracks that piece me together and hold my frame up. Changing my view through the beauty discovered by the scars unique in nature making everything perfectly flawed.

Free To Be Me.

Free to love and be loved. Free to change. Free to transform. Elevated senses. The way nature has plants keeping us alive. The burning bush. The times and how they have changed. My heart beats and I keep waking up to another day. Whether the sun is shining or storms fill the sky… beauty can be found in the breakdown and the build up. Love is the drug that cures. Remedies only made by divine grace. Revelations and self reflection has me swept away by the energy that surrounds me. Soul attracting what it needs as it travels through this physical realm. A body. Created and designed. To fall in line in order to rise above and beyond the views from earth. I just have been filled with a sense of knowing the love that exist for me to discover and find that it has been the only thing I been feeling carry me along this timeline. A story we each tell. That is what being human entails. As we discover our voice and words are learned to represent feelings that need expression. Self expression is God’s way of showing the divine nature that vibrates at the highest of frequencies that communicate the love poured out through creation and seen in the beauty that nature makes. Something has changed. Love is all I can really see at the end of the day. All the struggle and resistance at this point is just me as I learn how to use these newly developed wings and live out the vision that thoughts decide. Perception always has many sides. Freedom is knowing a side is yours and yours alone… to feel and express. Freedom is feeling the universe loves me enough to make sure I see magic in the unknown. The unknown being the magic I’ve known since being a kid.